Wristband Sista

Here's another trip down memory lane post. I would apologize for being so reminiscent lately, but I feel that it goes along with my life changes that are up and coming. And, it's my blog, my thoughts, deal with it.

:-) This is a post about an unlikely friend for her birthday. I say unlikely because even though we have known each other for 17 years (wayyyy back to my soccer years), our friendship didn't truly take off until high school. Then right in the best years of our lives the girl decided to go to college across the country. She gets me-my shyhyperness, millionmilesaminutescramblebrain, exceedinglyoverwhelmingandneverceasing at times energy level. I am a the clumsiest walking antithesis and the woman takes it in stride. Lora has shown me what it means to be a friend by always listening, sometimes laughing, once elbowing me in the gut, and never judging.

It started on the soccer field but grew on the basketball court. If you know about me you probably know about my basketball journey through college. If you know me you probably know about my basketball journey before college. There are multiple people who shared the task of getting me through those delicate years. Lora took on the task in 10th grade at a team sleepover. She didn't know what she was getting herself into, but I know now that she doesn't regret it!

Junior year-we had some pretty AWESOME captains that year. Reagan and Pedro's First Annual Sausage Patty Fest. On the to bring list: karaoke, games, video camera, sleeping bags, Nemo if you can find it, practice clothes and playbook (shooting practice was at 5:37 am), laps/legs, and shiny rolls.

Got lots of shots off before the sun came up this week. Had breakout games as individuals and a team, playing in college became a true goal, and Lora's senior corruption year began courtesy of your's truly. Skipping open gyms, pregame slurpees, Chinese fire drills-you know, true rebellion.

My left-handed right wingman

All good things must come to an end. True friends are hard to find and impossible to forget.

I guess it's okay you left me for Utah. Now you can take me on fun adventures!

Great Salt Lake

I caught up with Lora this afternoon. Towards the end of our lengthy conversation she asked if she could send me a link with a message she had heard. This message contained a story that reminded her of me. I read it this afternoon and was blessed. Once again my friend shines wisdom on areas I have concern in. A quote from the article that displays my friend better that I can:
"The happiest people I know are not those who find their golden ticket (although she has a pretty rockin' husband and is going to be a mama in June!!!); they are those who, while in pursuit of worthy goals, discover and treasure the beauty and sweetness of the everyday moments. They are the ones who, thread by daily thread, weave a tapestry of gratitude and wonder throughout their lives. These are they who are truly happy."
Thank you for being one of the hardest working people I know. Thank you for being an uplifting voice to me. Thank you for always constantly forever pointing out positives. Thank you for being my friend. Most importantly thank you for being you!

  Feliz Cumpleanos a ti, feliz cumpleanos a ti, feliz cumpleanos querida Lora, feliz compleanos a ti!